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hopeshoodie · 4 years

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hey i asked if you had any talia hcs a while ago but tumblr was eating all my asks around that time so idk if you did get it just ignore this i don’t mean to be pushy

Oh work! U rite, I didn’t see that ask (because I love any opportunity to talk about my lovely wife and would immediately jump on that one).

She’s an amazing cook of specific recipes, but generally can’t cook unless she’s following a recipe or knows it by heart. If she’s trying to follow a new recipe it’ll take her 2 hours to finish because she has to stop and re-read it, and then figure out what’s happening. But the 1 or 2 dishes her mom taught her to cook? When you try them they taste like coming home.

She smells like slightly musky jasmine perfume 😍😍😍

She doesn’t buy a whole lot of clothes/makeup, and will use them until they run out. And that’s on what? Her nasty 8-year-old eyeshadow palette that she’s re-pressed after it cracked multiple times But also shopping with her is MISERABLE because she’ll try on 100 things, like 1 or 2, and then decide not to buy them because she doesn’t love it. She’s big on staple pieces and rewears the same 10 outfits day to day (but obviously has stuff to dress up in for date nights)

We should’ve gotten to do the heartrate challenge with her because she is a BLUSHY BITCH. She doesn’t know how to handle compliments other than throwing them back and gets flushed really easily.

She doesn’t like mint toothpaste and used to use kid’s bubblegum flavor until she found an adult strawberry flavor to buy. If she doesn’t have non-mint toothpaste, she won’t brush her teeth and will feel super gross about it.

She really ~wants~ to like classical music, but just doesn’t have the knowledge base/ability to get into it. She’ll always agree to go watch orchestras and tries to put it on while driving, but she’s never as interested in listening to it as she wants to be.

It’s probably just me projecting but I think she struggled with depression from 15-20 and still has to work at recovery. She has a lot more good days now that she’s out of school, but still struggles sometimes.

Her Instagram is trash. She hardly ever updates it, and when she does post ootd or a selfie they get a TON of likes and comments. People come to her page because she’s super hot, and they run into those ‘aesthetic photos with a quote in cursive overlaid’ and have to scroll just to find another picture of her. She never likes/comments on other peoples posts.

Loves the tattooed aesthetic but is afraid to get really heavily tattooed herself. Part of it is that she lowkey doesn’t like the style of the tattoos she got when she was younger, and part of it is that she still worries she won’t be as sexy with lots of work. But she’s definitely into inked girls.

Her ouid tolerance is absolutely nothing. She takes a few drags and gets super giggly. I’m pretty sure if anyone gave her an edible she’d astral project and never come back.

Hates public speaking. Hates it with a passion. She gets really flustered and confused and apologizes a lot.

This bitch leaves moisturizer everywhere in the goddamn house. Different scents, different types, but it’s literally somewhere in every room. Same with chapstick. She’s got car body lotion and office body lotion and bedroom body lotion and it’s honestly just getting out of hand at this point. BUT! She’s easy to buy gifts for at least....

She LOVES budgeting but is really embarrassed about it. She’s pretty secretive about it, and won’t obviously say “sorry that’s out of my budget”, preferring instead to quietly find an excuse or other way. The satisfaction of identifying how much comes in and what needs to go out is 10/10 for her. If MC needs financial advise she’ll be really excited to break it all down and look at the numbers.

Building off of that, one of her favorite things to do is calculate what monthly mortgage payment would be the absolute stretch for her (though realistically she’d never feel comfortable committing to more than 25% of her income) and then search online for homes that match that. In another life she’d be an estate agent.

Curly hair is NOT a joke to her- she’s very passionate about the ‘do NOT brush it out’ and ‘scrunch it’ and ‘cover it with a silk cap/tshirt’ system.

She loved hopscotch as a kid and create super long, intricate scotches (idk what to call them lmao). As an adult, if she sees one she will ALWAYS do it, and she gets really excited about it. If you’re walking and she sees one, she will cross the street just to do it.

She’s really into visual art (which is one of the reasons she was so into my S1 MC) and adores museum dates. She loves standing in front of a painting for 30 minutes just staring, then looking up history about it and interpretations on her phone.

Not to talk too much about my MCs, but S1 Clara is a stone cold slytherin bitch who takes no shit and is not nice to people she doesn’t know. She’s super intimidating (purposefully so), but Talia is really warm and approachable. I love their high femme ‘really friendlyXstoic and mean’ dynamic so much.

#ask #talia hcs #litg talia #litg #god i miss my wifeeeeeee #also- if you think tumblr ate your ask dont feel weird about re-submitting :)#i will warn yall that I'm sitting on a bunch of them because I want the answers to be better than my drafts #also a lot of the 'what would the LIs do' are saved in drafts because I cant think of one specific Li's reaction

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47-protons · 3 years

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re: tooth care in the last post I am genuinely going to use the last of the toothpaste I have and then after that I’m using kid’s toothpaste because for Years I’ve thought “oh surely I’ll grow into the mint toothpaste not hurting my mouth :(” and I never have bruh I want bubblegum flavored toothpaste that doesn’t h u r t, fuck mint toothpaste it burns lmao

#the dentist'll go 'have you been brushing' and i say ' y e ah' because if i #someone who is almost 19 #say 'i dont brush as often as i should because sometimes the toothpaste hurts so much i cry'#i will have to find a new dentist because that would be too embarrassing and pathetic to admit verbally to another human person. esp someone #who DOES TEETH THINGS FOR A LIVING #i am not allergic to mint I like minty things but the ~cool mint~ toothpaste like. genuinely I will be in tears forcing myself to brush bro #i hate mint toothpaste i hate mint toothpaste i hate mint toothpaste FUCK #editing to say i am accepting toothpaste flavor recommendations if it's at walmart or a similarly priced store i'm into checking it out

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hollandroos · 5 years

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Hello, i love you → Tom x reader | Harrison x reader

Soulmate AU

Summary: You’re only supposed to have one soulmate, one person to give your heart to. So what happens when two boys stumble into your life?

‘What are you meant to do when you promise your heart to two people? You either give it to one or keep it for yourself. Sometimes, you tear your own heart in half in the process of deciding.’

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: None really for this part :-)

You were never good at the whole morning thing.

You’d drag yourself out of bed by seven, force yourself into the shower where the water would either be too hot and cause you to nearly jump out of your skin or bone-chilling cold and result in a possible tumble. The latter ultimately made you realise that you’d forgotten to pay your heating bill again and the threat of more stress then need be would loom over your head because it’ll all come down to whether or not you had enough coffee beans left for a cappuccino or if you’d be left with having to suffer through the bitter taste of an instant.

Breakfast is always a rush with toast crumbs squeezing their way in between the creases of whatever shirt you’d thrown on, jam making its way onto your chin and the scrunching of snack wrappers between an enclosed fist. If you were lucky, you’d have some kind of fruit left sitting on the bench that was yet to go off and maybe you’d actually be able to find your headphones in between incomplete sheets and last nights washing.

The bus usually smelt like piss and if you were extra unlucky, the remains of last night's alcohol wafting off of a hungover man's coat and you were left trying to focus on the taste of the spearmint bubblegum from the corner store. On those days, however, you happened just to be thankful for the fact that you’d nabbed a seat before the aisle filled up.

You’re lucky if the coffee shop next to where your internship is taking place isn’t overly crowded. You’re lucky if you have to wait less then five minutes in line to grab the selection of coffees you were instructed to pick up every morning by eight am sharp and you’re lucky if the waiter that always seemed to flirt with you is on- not because you enjoyed being flirted with by a stranger but because he knew your order off by heart by now and didn’t make you repeat all seven coffees each time you came in. It was both a relief and a struggle.

Today you rush straight to the front counter, a coat pulled tightly against your chest and smile at the familiar worker there. He was a younger boy, probably eighteen making him only three years younger then you but still, the flirty smile he gives you upon seeing you halt in front of him is enough to throw you off completely.

“Morning, Joe.” You force a smile, the corners of your lips surely weren’t thanking you as you hold the look long enough for him to remember every single one of the drinks you were about to order. Today you wanted to treat yourself. “Just the usual, one on me the rest on the company.”

“Got it.” He taps it into his screen and you pull your credit card out, along with a loyalty card. “Having a good morning?” Joe fumbles around, trying not to embarrass himself in front of the older, cute girl in front of him. Someone he still achieved exactly what he's trying to dodge.

“I am, thank you. Trying to take in the weather before I lock myself up for the rest of the day.”

The man in the apron with a slightly wonky name tag hands you a receipt, opening his mouth once more before you go to walk away. “It’s a shame they have someone as pretty as you locked up in the offices.”

It’s a remark that forces you to do everything in your power to hold back a grimace from appearing on your features. The kid is eighteen, he’s awkward and probably drowning in school work. You were there three years ago, so you shrug it off and offer an awkward smile.

“Thanks.”

The little bell above the door rings multiple times while you sit and wait for your order and every time it rings, cold air rushes into the room and a stranger lets out a small remark about the weather. The heat pump begins an endless cycle of pumping enough warm air into the cafe before the door is opened again. It’s a cycle you were used to– one you had gotten used to on only your fifth chilly winter morning of waiting for a tray and a half of coffee.

Aka the only thing that you were sure kept your bosses from tearing each others heads off. Huh, maybe that was why they were so demanding when it came to their caffeine. But this morning you can still taste toothpaste on your tongue and wonder if your coffee will be too impossibly bitter and you’ll be the one doing the tearing of heads.

Tom walks in at exactly seven forty-nine with his hands shoved into his coat pockets. He swears that at his point his lips may as well be blue and the tip of his nose was frozen like an iceberg. He’s almost dying to get his hands wrapped around a takeaway cup, to warm the frozen nubs and get on his own way to work– like the tens of other people in the cafe were hoping for.

He barely notices the girl in the coat that scrolls through Facebook as he makes his way to the counter and orders his drink. He barely even notices the girl as he turns around and pulls his phone out to look through his own social media. Tom would hate to admit that he was one of those people too sucked into their phones for their own good but here he was.

Still, It’s crazy that, how many strangers we walk past every single day without giving them a second glance. He only notices her for the first time when an order is called and she jumps up out of her seat, coat falling around her knees as she walks towards the counter– right next to Tom. Tom wasn't one to say that two people fit together, but he was sure straight away that they fit like cheese and crackers.

“That’s me!” She beams.

It was nearing eight am and freezing outdoors yet she sounded so lively, her voice as smooth as melted honey and she takes the trays with both hands, already eyeing a certain drink he assumes is her own and he coughs, stuffing his phone in his back pocket.

“Can I help you with anything? You really look like you’re struggling.” Tom says before he can stop himself. It was as if he was drawn to her. That type of thing wasn’t meant to happen every day, right?

With more drinks then you wished to carry in your arms, you glance at the stranger but for a moment you find yourself at a loss for words. Before, all you’d seem was a stranger hover near the counter with jeans and a torn Adidas shoes. That small inkling you’d had to look up had been swallowed back by you and now you found yourself lost in the sea that was his eyes. Cliche.

“No, I’m good! Thank you, though–” But you must’ve spoken too soon because in an instant you drop your coffee, the takeaway mugs tumble to the floor until they hit with a splat. The bitter liquid runs under your shoes and Toms, temporarily staining the coffee shop floor and your cheeks heat up in pure embarrassment as people stare. “Fuck.”

The spilt coffee was pushed to the back of Toms mind as his mouth falls open, eyes widening in shock. It was as if everything else around him suddenly didn’t matter but you. You with a now coffee stained skirt and embarrassed expression. But he saw beneath that. He saw every little line that was etched onto your features and lack of sleep, that was for sure. He saw days of what could either be too much school work or work and the stain on your shirt that wasn’t in fact from the coffee that was turning your white shirt a disgusting shade of brown.

“You’re– you’re my–” He struggles.

You cough, choking on air as he trips over his own words. In a moment you believed you’d be tripping over spilt coffee if you didn’t get your act together.

“You’re my soulmate.” You finish for him. Gentle brown eyes that resembled pools of warm honey stare adoringly. You already wanted to take in every piece of him already from the creases beneath his eyes and at the corners of his lips, to the hoodie that drowned his hands and that one overgrown curl that kept falling over his forehead despite his attempts to keep it tame.

Soulmate. That word was one you tried to ignore, pushing to the back of your mind and one you’d jump over like a hole in the footpath because when the day came to use it properly, it’d come and here it was. Staring you right in the face. Finally.

He feels his arm tingling. The feeling could be compared to a spider crawling up his arm or ants padding across his skin and that’s probably the only part of it all that makes him feel uneasy. Tom hates spiders. But that feeling, the gentle tingling in his arm only convinces him further that it’s you he’s meant to be with, the one he’s been looking for as cliche as it sounded.

“This is– this is insane. You’re so pretty.” Tom bites his tongue the second he lets the words slip, fearing he was about to scare his soulmate off before he’d even got the chance to know you. “I’m sorry I don’t know what I’m saying at all right now, you’re just so– you’re amazing. I’m shaking, wow.”

And he wasn’t lying. Toms' hands were shaking, trembling one might say. But so were yours. You could practically feel his nerves though maybe that was your own. The little mark around your ankle is tingling, making you stiffen because it’s actually uncomfortable. For such a special moment you hadn’t expected that– what could be compared to pins gently breaking the first layer of skin.

“I don’t get dressed up like an office assistant every day if that was what you were hoping for.” You laugh at his impromptu comment. “I also don’t wear my coffee to work– however, I am a bit of a clutz.”

“Things to note about my soulmate, doesn’t dress up like an office assistant every day and is a clutz, noted.” Tom smiles as the word rolls off of his tongue again. It sounded all too fake, like something he was dreaming up.

Soulmate. The one person you’re supposed to spend forever with. Someone you’re meant to love for eternity, give your all too and receive a lifetime of happiness in return. Tom couldn’t help but wonder if it’d feel like they say it does to so much as graze your skin, if hearing his name roll off of your tongue could send his chest into a frenzy of love and satisfaction and if you lay together, close enough, skin against skin, your hearts would beat as one.

You laugh lightly, “Things to note about my soulmate, has pretty brown eyes and rambles when he’s nervous. I have to say, we’re off to a really good start as well as things go.”

“My name’s Tom.”

“Well, Tom, I’m Y/N.” He swears your name sounds like gold, pure fucking gold as it spills off of your tongue and in his mind he’s repeating it over like a chorus– and hearing his own name is better then anything, to put it simply. “I would love to stand and talk to you more but I’m about to be late for work and It’s bad enough that I no longer have their coffees…”

“Oh yeah– right. Can I give you my number?”

“I’d really like that.” You lace your fingers together, doing everything in your power to keep yourself grounded though you doubted Tom would do anything but laugh if you started jumping up and down. He seemed giggly.

“Great, awesome.” He fumbles with his coat, trying to search for anything he can use to write his number on. Maybe it would’ve been easier if he just put his number straight in your phone but his mind was messy, clouded and hazy with pictures of you. “Here, just text me whenever.” He hands you the paper and you tuck it between your fingers and then it fucking happens, the very first touch. “You will call me, right?”

It was so cliche. You met at a coffee shop, you spilt your coffee and he was there to help. Your hands touched– gently grazed and you felt shock waves throughout your entire body and surely he had to feel it too, for only after minutes you were his and he was yours.

“Of course I will, first chance I get.” You smile through lined lips. As every second passed you got closer and closer to being late to your internship but Tom seemed more important than working some desk job. Scratch that, he was. You wanted to remember every little piece of him like the colour of his eyes and the scuffed Adidas shoes on his feet. And god forbid if you lost that crinkly, torn apart paper you’d never forgive yourself.

You leave the coffee shop with a skip in your step despite messing up the coffee orders that morning and a picture of his brown locks engraved in your brain. Already you wanted to send him a text, to be impossibly close. With an overjoyed heart, you glance down at his number scribbled down on a scrap piece of paper with ‘Tom :)’ beneath it, a little heart too to match.

Tom immediately pulls out his phone and goes to his contacts. A part of him hoped to see an unfamiliar number on the screen early but instead, he sends a text to his best friend and in the process nearly walks into a pole but not even that could wipe the grin off of his face. Love at first sight was real, it was what would get him through his day and the next and the one after that. Love at first sight had proved itself.

To: Jacob

I met her. She’s perfect.

Harrison forces himself up many sets of stairs. He could’ve just used the elevator, but he wanted to push himself– probably not a good idea considering the day before he’d worked out legs and the ache was still very prominent. Also, his apartment seemed to be near the very top floor and it was more of a hyke then a simple climb up the stairs.

He wasn’t going to complain though. Nope, he doubted the fact that his smile had fallen once since reaching the apartment complex. He made sure to smile at every one of the other residents, even helping the little old lady on floor three make sure she pressed the right button on the elevator before hoping out himself. He gave five dollars to the man outside and allowed a lost seven-year-old to use his phone to call home.

Some would say Harrison had a heart of gold but the boy did have his fair share of bad events too like the one time he got blackout drunk and streaked around the neighbourhood much to the neighbour's disgust (luckily not his neighbours). There was the one time he got in a bar fight too and ended up with a black eye for the next few weeks.

At the same time as Harrison was clambering up the very last flight, the elevator just so happened to ping before the doors open and you climb out– more like struggle with a series of boxes in your arms, covering half of your view. In anyone else's opinion, it would seem like you were just asking for trouble by walking around with too many boxes then what you could handle but you felt confident enough. That was until your arms begun to feel like jelly and you had to side step to refrain from dropping the top box.

Something was bound to go wrong, it was only a matter of time and since this morning– since meeting the charming boy that had promised you his heart you felt like you were on cloud nine, like nothing could get you down.

It wasn’t anything too expensive inside, but the objects were close to your families hearts. It was old photos in photo frames and vases that your mother had handed down to you. There was cutlery that you planned to store away instead of use and little pieces of china that your mother had refused to let you lay your grubby finger son as a kid.

Your arms felt like jelly and your legs threatened to give out so you wanted to cry when you found out that you’d come to the wrong damn floor. You groan loudly, not seeing the stranger standing by the steps with narrowed eyes.

“Can I help you with anything? You really look like you’re struggling.”

You grunt, holding the boxes with aching arms. This was probably the worst time to run into someone and your mind was anywhere else as you focused on not dropping any of the items in hand. It could’ve been anything in the box from precious china of your mothers to plastic cups and forks.

“No, I’m good! Thank you, though–” You shake your head right as the top box falls out of your arms, landing on the ground with a thud before a terrifying shattering sound echoes throughout the floor. “Fuck.” You groan– then it hits you, a second too late but all too soon. A truth that had hit harder then the shattered cutlery.

It hits you harder then it had this morning when you ran into the cute brunette from the coffee shop. It hits you like a fucking train because you already found your soulmate yet the words on your wrist matched what he’d just said to you and by the look on his face, the words you’d just said suited what was printed wherever on his body too. Your mind runs to Tom with the lopsided smile and cheeky glint in his eyes, from the feelings you felt when you first ran into him to the happiness that soon followed.

But now you were standing in front of another boy– a blonde with piercing blue eyes.

Harrison Osterfield gapes, feeling all kinds of happy as he realised that you were the one. He was ten when he felt the words appear, only sixteen when his closest friends found their soulmates and twenty when he realised that he was the only one without someone to love and call his own. So now he was twenty-three and his heart was swelling with joy because he couldn’t imagine a more beautiful girl to be his soulmate even if he tried. It was as if already, he was more then head over heels.

Whether it be the idea of finally finding his soulmate or that the stories he’d heard from his friends were true. Simply being near the person you were destined to spend forever with could make you ecstatic and he felt that he was finally about to understand.

So he only felt his heart drop when you realised that you looked absolutely terrified.

Fingers reach into your front pocket, toying with a scrap piece of paper just to check that it was still there, tucked away safely between empty gum wrappers and spare change– that this morning really happened and wasn’t some figmentation of your lonely imagination. That Tom existed and he had looked at you like you put the stars in the sky and spoke to you like you were the most beautiful flower in a field of hundreds, all blooming and vibrant but he’d picked you.

But Harrison looks at you like you were the one thing that makes the sun come out of hiding every morning. Like you were the first breath of fresh air in years and he was experiencing proper air in his lungs once more and the thought of letting him down, making his breathtaking smile turn into a calamitous frown made your chest ache and you realised that he too was your soulmate, because if he wasn’t you would’ve been able to let him down but you simply couldn’t because the thought of hurting the person you’re destined to give yourself to fully is meant to be the one thing that hurts more then anything else.

Then Tom is reappearing in your mind and you realise that you couldn’t hurt him either. That your heart longs for both but we can’t always have what we want.

Because how were you supposed to choose between the one that looks at you like you put the stars in the sky and the one that looks at you like you’re the reason the sun rises every morning?

Your soulmate was a brunette with brown eyes like the colour of the coffee you spilt all over the cafe floor that morning and a heart of gold, with a light that could extend to even the greatest lengths - but your soulmate was also a blonde with blue eyes that reminded you of the rain and you loved rain. You could stand in it until you were a sneezing, sniffling mess. He wore eyes that told more stories then you feared you’d ever be able to hear.

“You’re my soulmate.” You say out loud, mostly to yourself then to him. The room is spinning, photos that you’ve marched past at least six times today suddenly look like mere splashes of colour and the railing seems too far away to grasp.

“And you’re mine.” Harrison swallows and your shattered goods don’t seem all that big of a deal anymore. “Where have you been hiding away all this time, huh?”

You’d heard every horror story in the book about people's soulmates and things going wrong but not this. Never this. How exactly was it, that your heart was supposed to belong to not one, but two boys? What are you meant to do when you promise your heart to two people? You either give it to one or keep it for yourself. Sometimes, you tear your own heart in half in the process of deciding.

Maybe you just had a habit of dropping things in front of cute British boys.

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healy-dealy · 5 years

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Pranks for Nothing

I love April Fools, but didn’t have anything lined up for today, so I decided to republish one of my old fics, written roughly a bajillion years ago (about late 2017).

Length: 1506 words Summary: Stan’s pranks go too far for Dipper and Mabel. Rating: G

It was an average early summer morning in Gravity Falls: the sun was shining, the air was fresh and sweet, and the Mystery Twins were settling into a long day of lazing around the Shack. Mabel hung off the side of her bed, reading an issue of “Boy Crazy!” magazine, while Dipper frantically paced their bedroom, looking this way and that. “Mabel, have you seen my watch?” he finally asked.

“Nah,” answered Mabel. “Have you tried looking in the drawer?”

Dipper scratched the back of his neck. “Well, it’s worth a shot.” He pulled open the drawer, only to be greeted by the sight of a horrifying monster, its fangs bloody and sharp. He screamed in terror. “Aaaugh! Ugh, Mabel!”

Mabel sat up. “What is it, bro? Did you get overwhelmed by your own stink?”

Dipper roughly yanked the drawer out of the dresser. “Don’t play innocent with me! I know you put this here!” He took out the photo of the scary monster from the drawer and angrily waved it in front of Mabel.

“Don’t blame me!” said Mabel. She snatched the picture from Dipper and took a closer look at it. “I wouldn’t go anywhere near your smelly—oh. Oh.”

“What?”

“Look at the back.”

Dipper took back the photo. “AHAHAHAHA GOTCHA!” read the back. “SERVES YOU RIGHT, FOR LEAVING YOUR NERD JUNK ALL OVER THE SHACK. LOVE, STAN. P.S. DO SOME LAUNDRY. YOUR CLOTHES STINK!!”

“Man, I wish people would stop pointing that out,” said Dipper. “Even if it is true.”

“Do you think maybe Stan is going too far with his pranks?” asked Mabel.

“Eh.” Dipper shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it, unless it becomes a thing.”

One day not long after, Mabel was having a tea party with her dolls in her bedroom. “Oh, Mrs. Cloudie, your rainbow looks lovely positively stunning today! Did you do something special with it?” She poured some tea into a stuffed horse’s cup. “More crumpets, Lady Fluffington?”

“She can’t eat them, she’s a stuffed animal!” said Dipper, who barely looked up from his book.

“Quiet, you!” hushed Mabel. “Hmm. I think we’re running low on cream. Be back in a bit!” She scooted out of her chair and opened the door… and was hit by a torrent of water from a bucket perched above the doorframe. It soaked her clean to the bone. “Bleh!”

Dipper shut his book. “Wasn’t me,” he said. “You know I can’t reach that high.”

“Ugh,” Mabel groaned, wringing out her hair. ��I bet it was Stan again.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because he signed the bucket ‘From Grunkle Stan’,” answered Mabel.

“Oh. Well, uh…” Dipper scratched his head. “As long as he doesn’t make a habit out of it.”

“As long as he doesn’t make a habit out of it,” Mabel repeated grimly, before whisking herself to the bathroom to dry off.

After that, Stan’s pranks around the Shack grew more and more frequent. Not a day went by without an electric handbuzzer handshake, or a can of snakes, or a whoopee cushion laid on a chair for the unwary to sit on.

“Ugh, that’s another one of my notebooks Stan’s ruined,” Dipper grumbled, as he and Mabel stomped upstairs to their room. “I don’t know why he’s so fond of exploding pens.”

“Hey, I don’t know about you, bro,” Mabel replied, “but I am loving this ham, turkey, and vanilla pudding sandwich.” She took a big bite out of it. “Mmm! Still kinda wish that was really mayo, though.”

“Well, whatever,” said Dipper. “I suppose I should be glad I didn’t spray ink all over the Journal. Let’s just take a nap and put all these dumb pranks behind us.” The twins reached the attic. Dipper opened the door to their room to find that it had been completely filled up with balloons while they were gone.

“Huh,” he said, mildly surprised. “That’s a lot more effort than Stan usually puts in these pranks.”

“Actually, he got me to do it, dudes!” called a familiar voice from inside. “Made me blow up all these balloons and everything.”

“Soos? Are you okay?” asked Mabel.

“Eh, don’t worry about me, dudes,” said Soos. “I’m doing just fine! Although I am kinda lightheaded from blowing up balloons. In fact, I think I might be kind of suffocating? Just a little, though.”

“Hang on,” said Mabel. She took a pin out of her hair and started popping balloons with it. “This may take a while. You did a good job with these balloons, Soos!”

“Haha, thanks!”

“Soooo…” Dipper rubbed his arm. “Guess I’m not taking that nap after all. Great.”

“You can sleep on the couch downstairs!” Mabel offered.

“Fine, fine,” Dipper grumbled, and he trudged down the steps to the living room.

Late that afternoon, Dipper was awoken by Stan calling for him. “Dipper! Mabel! It’s time for supper!”

Dipper rubbed his eyes and stretched. “Oh man, that could not have been good for my back.”

“C’mon, kids!” Stan yelled. “You don’t want a cold meal, do you?”

“Coming!” Dipper called out. He sleepily trudged into the kitchen. The table already had forks and plates set out, which was a first for Stan, and a covered platter lay at the center. Dipper sat down and drummed his fingers on the table. “So, what are we having?” he asked.

“It’s a surprise,” answered Stan.

Mabel bounded into the kitchen, nearly knocking over a pot on the counter. “Mmm! Can’t wait to dig in!” She leaned across the table and lifted the dome off the platter. But there was nothing underneath. “Uhh…” She looked over at Stan, who suddenly broke out into a fit of wild laughter.

“Psyche!” he screamed. “I didn’t make nothing!”

Both Dipper and Mabel shot him a piercing glare. “Seriously?” said Dipper. “That’s not a prank, that’s just being lazy.”

“Yeah, you kids are on your own for dinner,” Stan said. “Go make yourself sandwiches or whatever. I got a date with the late night movie!” With that, he walked out to the living room.

“Don’t worry, Dipper.” Mabel pat her brother on the shoulder. “The ham-and-turkey-and-pudding sandwiches are on me!”

“Ugh, I can’t believe this. Now he’s just using his pranks as an excuse to do less work. We have to put a stop to this!”

“But how?” asked Mabel, as she dipped her knife into what used to be the mayo jar. “It’s not like we can tell our parents. They’ll just tell us he’s going senile, like all the other times we complain about him!”

“Hmmm.” Dipper watched the vanilla pudding drip from Mabel’s knife. “I think I might have an idea.”

The next day, Stan was sitting on the porch, taking a break between tours, when he saw Dipper rush towards the Shack with a box of donuts. “Mabel!” cried Dipper. “Oh, Mabel!”

“Hey,” said Stan, “where’d you get those?”

“Soos heard you didn’t actually make us any dinner last night, so out of the goodness of his heart he drove to the donut shop and got us a box of jelly donuts to eat,” answered Dipper. “I already ate my fill of delicious jelly donuts, so now I’m looking for my dear sister Mabel, so she, too, may feast on jelly donuts.”

“Okay, two questions,” said Stan. “One, why are you talking like that. Two, can I have one?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Grunkle Stan,” Dipper replied. “These jelly donuts, filled with real, delicious jelly, were meant for my sister and me. But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt if you took just one jelly donut.”

“Haha, score!” Stan opened the box and rifled through it.

“One donut, Grunkle Stan,” Dipper emphasized.

“Yeah, yeah yeah.” Stan picked out a donut, took a big bite, and immediately spat it back out. “Bleh! Ugh! Oh man, that tastes nasty!”

“Hah!” Dipper triumphantly slammed the box shut. “See how you like the taste of your own medicine, old man!”

“Yeah!” yelled Mabel, who was hiding behind the couch. “See how you like them donuts!”

Stan gagged. “Eww, what did you even put in these things!”

“Dentamint™ Sparkling Bubblegum-and-Mint toothpaste,” answered Dipper. “Me and Soos spent almost a whole hour setting this up.”

“It’s your own fault for pranking us so much, Grunkle Stan!” said Mabel.

“From now on don’t ever prank us again!” Dipper added. “Especially if it’s just an excuse to get out of feeding us.”

For a minute or two, Stan refused to answer the twins, just standing and scowling. “Fine,” he said at last. “If it bothers you kids that much, I won’t do it anymore. Sheesh! I don’t remember being like this with ou—with my old man.” He stomped into the Shack, leaving Dipper and Mabel alone outside.

“Well!” Dipper set the box on the couch. “I’m glad that’s settled.”

“Wait, hold on,” said Mabel. “Did you just say those donuts were filled with sparkly toothpaste?” She reached for a donut and took a big bite. “Mmm! This tastes delicious!”

“Mabel, eww!”

#Gravity Falls #Dipper Pines #Mabel Pines #Stanley Pines #Gravity Falls Fanfiction #April Fools Day #I would've posted this earlier but I got distracted #fanfic by Healy

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lightandwinged · 5 years

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I haven’t talked about my kids in a minute!

I have been a stay-at-home mom for just over a year now, and it’s a love-hate thing. The hate part is that, especially with three kids (two of whom are wriggly babies who are difficult to wrangle), it’s hard to get out except after Kyle gets home or on days when he’s working at home. I make it a point to try and at least do a Target run every other night or so and to try and drag Kyle out of the house on weekends (he, being very much a homebody, is grumpy about this a lot), but it’s been especially hard since the first of the year, since I’ve been down for the count with pneumonia for about two weeks now.

(and I hear it’s about 6 weeks to recover, total, so fml)

The love part is that holy shit, I love being a mom. I love these kids. I love playing with them. I love hugging them when they cry. I love reading books to them. I love watching them learn about the world. I love Sam’s little Samisms. I love their laughs. I love seeing them play with each other.

I super don’t think motherhood is for everyone, because there are tons of moments that would outweigh the good for a lot of people (like the nightly witching hour, in which all three children are tired and hungry and loud about it, or that Sam--while 99% potty trained--still shits his pants sometimes, or being puked on right after cleaning a shitty diaper), but for me? The good outweighs the bad, a hundredfold.

Sam is, unbelievably, turning five in May (he’s vacillating about whether he wants a real birthday party or whether he wants to just go to my parents’ house and eat cake). He’s also learning to read, which is so cool (watching him sound out words randomly is basically the best thing ever), and he’s a total math geek. Arithmetic is his jam--as good as he is at reading, he’s even better at math, better at doing mental addition and subtraction than I was when I was seven.

He’s still a four-year-old boy, so his energy level most days is WAY past where I’d usually be, even where I’d have been at four myself, but he puts it to good and imaginative use. He’s a BIG fan of Legos, and is constantly building things that I don’t even understand with long and complex explanations. He’s still never met a bad guy he doesn’t love, and oddly enough, he’s become a fan of very spooky stuff, with his preferred daytime programming tending towards about 50% Disney Junior and about 50% A Haunting.

*shrug*

Isaac is, without a doubt, the smiley-est baby in the history of smiley babies. He’s bashful, though, so when he meets someone, he gives them this HUGE heart-melting grin and then buries his face in my shirt, and it’s the cutest shit ever. He’s pretty much where he should be, developmentally, pulling himself up on toys and furniture and “crawling” (it’s really an advanced army crawl, but it’s very fast, so eh?) back and forth across the living room at lightning speed.

He’s sweet and cuddly, but he’s also strong and determined. And CURIOUS. This child is the only one of my three who’s actually in danger of choking on something random because he puts WAY more stuff in his mouth than Sam did or than Carrie does (and yes, this did include poop at one point, and it was objectively the worst, and if you’ve never smelled breath that’s a combination of poop, bubblegum baby toothpaste, and formula, count yourself among the blessed). He will crawl over everything to get to his point of investigation--usually something that looks like food--and he never sits still for long.

And then Miss Care Bear, my little princess. She’s still a dainty little thing, and while she usually has a delicate, high-pitched voice, it’s not uncommon for her to communicate with a demonic growl when she’s really happy. She’s pretty heavily in the developmentally delayed category, at least when it comes to motor skills--we say that she’s “selectively lazy.” She’s shown that she’s capable of army crawling and standing and rolling a lot, but she also will. not. do. anything. if she doesn’t have to. Her favorite thing to do is to grab a toy off the floor and then just wave it around, bang it against another toy, turn it over and examine it, chew on it, all that, all without moving her entire body anywhere.

We’ve had early intervention come and assess her twice now, once for general delays and once for gross motor delays. The general assessment noted that she’s actually a little bit ahead when it comes to cognitive development, and most of what they said about her communication development was because she tends to be shy when she’s around new people (meaning that she will not make any noise except to cry when I don’t rescue her from the strangers) (this includes my dad). In terms of gross motor, though, she just isn’t catching up as fast as Isaac did, so starting the beginning of March, she’ll be having physical therapy twice a month, in addition to her occupational therapy (which Isaac also has) that happens once a month.

It’s all paid for by the state, so I don’t mind it too much, and depending how long they stick with the EI plan, it might even result in them getting free admission to an integrated preschool when they’re old enough, which my wallet likes.

Anyway. She remains a little princess, personality-wise, in that she needs things to be just so, by which I mean that she needs all eyes on her (or at least Mommy and Daddy’s eyes) and needs to be held and carried everywhere, needs you to acknowledge her up close if you make eye contact, etc. She’s a HUGE babbler when she’s among familiar faces, and she’s a lot closer to having recognizable words than Isaac is (he has more syllables--he’s a big fan of G and S right now--but she has specific syllables for specific things and is the first of my kids to say “Mama” as early as she’s said “Dada”).

And I mean. They’re just fucking great kids. And I still feel so fucking fortunate to have them.

#sammy the small spawn #little ice man #little care bear #hashtag twinning #adventures in newborn land part deux

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soloragoldsun · 6 years

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Rose Garden Week- Day 6: Soulmate

Oscar could taste chocolate chip cookies. Again.

He heaved a long-suffering sigh and went to the kitchen for a glass of milk. His aunt made sure the fridge was well-stocked. This was a common occurrence, after all. My soulmate must have a billion cavities, he thought for the thousandth time as he sipped the cool, fresh milk, giving himself some relief from the persistent sweetness on his tongue. Though, I do taste bubblegum toothpaste every morning and night, so maybe not.

Drinking the milk, he couldn’t help but imagine his soulmate, whoever they were, munching on a plate of cookies, reaching for milk, and then stopping when the taste of farm-fresh milk appeared on their tongue on its own. He imagined them smiling brightly, and his annoyance faded somewhat. Oftentimes, he’d feel the sweetness become nearly unbearable, telling him that his soulmate was stuffing cookie after cookie into their mouth, and he wanted to tell them to slow down and take a moment to breathe.

At least the cookies usually tasted homemade.

His soulmate had a love for sweets. Sometimes, he’d taste cake. Other times, chocolate candy. Chocolate was almost always a given. More times than once, he’d be keenly aware of his soulmate eating straight out of a bag of chocolate chips.

Whenever he wasn’t working on the farm or at school, which honestly wasn’t often, Oscar would wander through downtown Mistral, staring through the windows of bakeries, watching carefully whenever someone his age would eat a chocolate cookie or pastry, waiting to taste the same thing on his tongue.

He would often find himself at his favorite local coffeehouse. There, he would order a vanilla latte and a piece of homemade baklava, hoping that was a different enough dessert to make him obvious if his soulmate happened to taste honey and vanilla while in the same place.

Who am I kidding? he thought glumly as he sipped his coffee. Nothing’s that easy.

Still, everyone was supposed to meet their soulmate eventually. One of these days, he’d taste a chocolate chip cookie at the same time his soulmate was nearby eating one. They would taste the milk he’d then drink. Their eyes would meet, and that would be it.

But he had heard that some soulmates didn’t meet until they were in their thirties. Some were already old by the time they met. What if that would be the case for him?! He knew that some people who hadn’t found their soulmates would come together and make lives together, but he didn’t want to enter any temporary relationships. He didn’t want to break someone else’s heart upon the finding of his true soulmate. He didn’t want to have his own heart broken if the other person found their soulmate first.

So, like many others often did, he waited and hoped that he’d be one of the lucky few who found theirs while still young.

Between his intense study of pastries and his small size and timid nature, it was no wonder that the local bullies decided that poor Oscar would be a perfect target for their cruelty. They laughed at his way-too-obvious wish to find his soulmate, said that his soulmate would probably think he’s just as pathetic as everyone else at school did.

One time, when Oscar was feeling particularly fiery, he spat: “What? Are you jealous because you don’t have a soulmate?”

This caused one of the bullies to get a particularly nasty look. He kneed Oscar in the stomach and, while the boy was winded, shoved a handful of dirt into his mouth, punching his teeth in the process. “Hope your soulmate likes that!”

Oscar spat and gagged, tears burning his swollen eyes. He tasted blood and desperately hoped that his soulmate wouldn’t taste anything, that the connection only applied to food.

That night, he tasted chocolate accompanied by a cool sensation. His soulmate was eating ice cream. He decided to do the same. His mouth still hurt terribly.

Over time, he realized that his soulmate likely did taste the dirt and blood from his encounters with the bullies, which were at least twice a week. At first, he thought it was coincidence, but it quickly became clear that his soulmate always ate ice cream within an hour of Oscar washing his mouth out. He also noticed that, after the first few times, the flavor changed from chocolate to pistachio, which was the kind he would always eat.

His soulmate was trying to comfort him in the only way they could. Despite the pain, despite his aunt’s smothering worry, he smiled.

“Did they hurt me because of what I said about not having a soulmate?” he asked his aunt one evening.

“Probably,” Aunty Em replied. “Not all people have them. They never taste anything but what they themselves eat.”

“That must be hard,” Oscar said. “Should I apologize, do you think?”

“Absolutely not!” his aunt spat. “Apologize to the people shoving dirt down your throat… You need to grow a backbone!” She cuffed his shoulder before handing him a bowl of ice cream. “I never had a soulmate.”

Oscar blinked up at her. “But Uncle Henry…”

“He didn’t have one either. We fell in love on our own.” Aunty Em smiled gently. “You’re very lucky to have a soulmate, but don’t feel too sorry for those who don’t, especially if they’re knocking you about after school! Speaking of which, I’m calling the principal whether you like it or not. I’m sure a trip to the office won’t make them any meaner than they already are.”

Oscar severely doubted that. He brought the spoon up to his mouth, then paused, his heart skipping a beat when he realized that he could already taste his soulmate’s pistachio ice cream. He ate his own ice cream and closed his eyes as the flavors piled on top of each other, becoming almost unbearably intense.

He wondered if that was what his first kiss would be like.

When summer came, things with the bullies were always worse. It was harder to predict when and where they would show up, and there were no school officials to stop them (not that the people at the school did much to begin with). So, Oscar stayed on the farm until the need for a change of scenery finally drove him to risk a mouthful of dirt.

It was mid-July, and he was bolting down the path through the woods as quickly as his feet could carry him. He ran down the hill, past the lake, and toward the town, where the large number of people would cause the bullies to give up their chase.

He was nearly there when he was suddenly taken down from the side. He hit the ground, his head ringing as he tried to scramble to his feet. When they had his arms, however, he knew there was no point in struggling anymore, and just went limp so it would be over with quickly.

He was so busy choking on the filth that coated his throat, he didn’t hear the running footsteps until they were punctuated by an enraged shout. All of a sudden, one of his tormentors was on the ground. Then, another. Standing over them was a girl Oscar had never seen before. Her hair was like gold and her eyes were filled with a deep, hot fury that would have halted a hungry bear in its tracks.

The remaining two bullies rushed the girl, who punched one of them so hard, Oscar was positive he saw teeth flying out. The other was kicked in the groin, and Oscar was willing to bet that the poor young man wouldn’t be having any children. Ever.

The girl pushed her hair back, glaring at the four as they struggled to their feet. “You have three seconds to start running. Three…”

Oscar had never seen anyone run so fast. He gaped at the path, where only the dust from the boys’ shoes showed that they had even been present. He looked up, jumping a little at how close the girl suddenly was.

“Hey,” she said, her voice and face becoming gentle and completely transforming her from a terrifying force to a kindly mentor figure one would expect to find in any school club. “You okay?”

Oscar spat out the remaining dirt and wiped his chin, which had a small cut on it. “I-I think so,” he muttered. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” The girl pulled him to his feet and started dusting him off. “I’m Yang.”

“Oscar,” he replied. “I, uh, haven’t seen you around before. Did you move here?”

“Nah. My dad rented the cabin over by the lake. My sis and I both managed to get straight A’s this year, so we got a week-long vacation.” Yang took a bottle of water out of her backpack. “I was just going for my first hike when I saw those goons. Well, you won’t have to worry as long as I’m around. Ever consider taking self-defense lessons?”

Oscar accepted the bottle gratefully. He swished the water around and spat to the side. “I don’t have time. I work the farm when I’m not at school, and I’d prefer to spend my free time in town or reading.”

“Makes sense,” Yang allowed. “But why aren’t you stronger if you’re a farmer?”

Oscar frowned. “I’m strong enough to till the fields, but it’s a different kind of strength. The dirt and plants don’t exactly punch back. Besides, I’ve gotten used to it. As long as they don’t chip a tooth, I can deal with it.”

“You shouldn’t have to-” Yang froze suddenly, her eyes widening. “Wait…This happens a lot?”

“Yeah,” Oscar said in a “Well, duh!” voice. “I’m a pretty easy target.”

“Do they always shove dirt in your mouth?”

“When they catch me,” Oscar muttered, glancing to the side. “Can we change the subject?”

“Sure. What’s your favorite ice cream flavor?”

“Huh?” Oscar tilted his head. “Pistachio. Why?” He saw the girl’s eyes widen and felt his breath seize up in his throat. There was no way… Could it be…? “Are you…?”

Yang shook her head, but a huge grin was quickly replacing her earlier concern. “Nope, but I know who is! Come on!”

Oscar found himself being dragged down the path, around the lake, and to the cabin that had always been rented out to some family or couple that never stayed around long enough to make them worth visiting. He yelped as Yang pulled him up the porch, not waiting for him to climb the stairs on his own, and opened the door, dragging him across the threshold too. She only let go once they were in the living room.

“Okay!” she said, still bearing a slightly-manic grin. “Just wait here.” She went to the entrance to the living room and stared intently at the kitchen.

Oscar obeyed, his chest feeling like there was a swarm of angry moths battling each other between his aching ribs. It faintly occurred to him that he had just let himself get dragged through a forest and into someone’s house. I’d be the easiest kidnapping victim of all time, he thought miserably and took another sip of water.

A moment later, the door opened and small footsteps hurried past. “Hey, Yang!” a young voice said. It sounded like a voice that was usually cheerful, but right now, it was tinged with annoyance and a bit of sadness.

“Hey, sis. Could you come here? I got something to show you.”

“In a second. Where’s that ice cream?”

Oscar’s breath caught in his throat.

Yang glanced over her shoulder, winking. “The pistachio ice cream?”

“Yes, the pistachio ice cream! My soulmate got beat up again! They need their ice cream! Ah, here it is. Why does Dad always put it behind the frozen dinners?” There was a sound of rummaging. “I swear, when I finally meet the bullies doing this, I’m going to beat them with a stick until they only taste dirt and blood for the rest of their lives. See how they like it!”

Oscar stood up, though his legs suddenly felt like they were made of paper and started shaking uncontrollably.

Yang was bouncing up and down on her heels. “Okay, now can you come in here? I got a surprise for you!”

“Ooh, I love surprises!”

Oscar didn’t even have time to register how adorable that voice sounded when excited. Within a half-second, a girl zipped into the living room, holding a pint of pistachio ice cream in one hand, a spoon in the other. She had short, brown hair, gorgeous silver eyes, and the purest smile Oscar had ever seen. He didn’t even use the word pure to describe things, but that was the first adjective that came to mind in that moment. The girl looked at him, and he forgot what words even were.

Thankfully, Yang was more than happy to talk. “Ruby, this is Oscar! Oscar, this is Ruby! Say hi, Ruby!”

“Hi.” Ruby was momentarily baffled by Yang’s excitement. Then, she saw the cut on Oscar’s chin, saw the dirt on his clothes, saw the way he was staring from her face to the ice cream tub as if he was trying to comprehend something incredible. She almost dropped the ice cream and the spoon then and there.

Oscar’s mouth felt dry, despite having drank nearly all of the water bottle. “It’s you,” he breathed.

Yang stared between the two and slowly backed away. “Welp, I’m gonna be in my room. Chilling. You know. See you kids later!” She walked up the stairs, though she kept glancing over her shoulder all the way.

Oscar swallowed loudly. “Um, could you?” He nodded at the ice cream. “Just to make sure, I mean?”

Ruby nodded, feeling numb as she opened the ice cream and ate a spoonful. She saw Oscar’s expression change, and had to put the tub and spoon on a nearby table, because her hands were shaking so hard. She swallowed. “Did you…?”

“Yeah,” Oscar breathed. He had never thought ice cream could taste so good. He tried to calm his heart, and managed to flash a crooked, painfully-awkward grin. “So, have you seen a professional about your cookie obsession yet?”

Ruby gaped at him for only a moment before bursting out laughing. Oscar joined in, and the sound of their combined mirth ran through the living room like a silvery bell.

“I gotta ask,” Ruby said once she could talk. “What is that honey thing you keep eating? It’s soooo good, but I have no idea what it’s called and it’s driving me crazy!”

“Baklava,” Oscar replied. “If you want, I can take you to the coffee shop that makes it. I mean, since you’re going to be here for a bit.”

“It’s a date!” Ruby said eagerly, her cheeks flushing when she realized that that was exactly what it would be. This is my soulmate, she thought, smiling uncontrollably. He’s right here! She knew she was blatantly staring at him, but that was okay. He was doing the same thing, after all.

He has such a sweet face! Ruby almost had to suppress a coo of adoration as she took in Oscar’s brown and green eyes, his nervous grin, his freckled cheeks… “What kind of person would beat someone like you up?” she asked aloud. “They clearly have no souls, and I am morally obligated to kill them.” A bit of the fury she had felt ever since she first realized what the bitter, iron-y taste that often came to her mouth meant leaked into her expression.

Oscar’s cheeks flushed. How could someone be so pretty, and yet so fierce? He already knew he was going to love both qualities deeply as they continued to reveal their many layers to him. “I think your sister has them scared enough now.”

“Well, I call dibs on beating them up next, so nyuh!” She stuck out her tongue, which set off Oscar’s laughter all over again. It was such a beautiful, joyful sound, Ruby had no choice but to start laughing again as well.

Once they were somewhat calm, they sat down on the couch, a bowl of pistachio ice cream and a plate of chocolate chip cookies in front of them. There was much to talk about, and a lot to be excited for. Already, the foul taste of blood and dirt had turned to little more than a distant, unpleasant memory.

This was a fun addition to the @rwbyrosegardenweek. I wanted to do something different with the soulmate au idea, and stumbled across a prompt for one where soulmates can taste what their soulmate is eating. Then, my mind went into angsty territory when I wondered if things like blood from a punched mouth would also qualify. I hate hurting my baby Oscar, but at least he has Yang as a protector now!

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the-cryptographer · 7 years

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I must ask you about JouKai for the meme, predictably. Nice questions, btw!!

Don’t worry! It’s predictable in a good kind of way :D

And thank you! I’m glad you liked the questions! I feel like you can determine my terrible taste in fic by reading these questions~

Rest under the cut:

What they watch during movie dates and what kind of snacks they get from concessions.

Hehe. I think we talked about them watching horrible realityTV and avant garde films that neither of them can stand. But, for the movies,they probably watch really lame live action kids movies with monsters andDRAGONS. Jounouchi also likes genre pieces, like samurai and yakuza flicks.Anyhow, yeah, Jounouchi buys popcorn and sour gumdrops from concessions withthe intent of feeding Kaiba in small increments through the movie, but he getstoo into watching the screen and eats it all himself.

Which one gets in to a fight with the other’s parents.

You’d think it’d be Kaiba given his own parents are too DEADfor Jounouchi to fight with. But, yeah, I can’t really see Kaiba doing it. Hemanages some passive aggressive snark when Shizuka forces Jounouchi and himinto the presence of Jou’s mom, but he’s trying to be nice and also not tryingto pick fights with nobodies, so hekeeps himself contained for the most part. He also tries to be passiveaggressively snarky with Jou’s dad, but Jou’s ready to kick anyone who is meanto his dad straight out the door, so Kaiba also contains himself there too.Anyhow, it’d totally be Jounouchi if Kaiba’s parents or Gouzaburou were stillalive. Jounouchi might be intimidated by Gouzaburou at first, but eventuallyGouzaburou would cross some line in Jounouchi’s presence and from then onJounouchi would be ready to fight him ALL THE TIME, 24/7, NO BREAKS. Ugly, uglystuff :v

What kind of street performance they’d put on to raise money if they were stranded somewhere.

Despite being a comedy routine in motion, I kind of doubtthey’d jump to that immediately. At first Jounouchi’s like – let’s put on aduel as a performance. And then Kaiba’s like – no – and walks off. Jounouchistarts out juggling, and singing/busking, and trying to do a kind of one manstand-up comedy show, and it’s just not working, and so over time it startsdevolving and he starts pleading with every nice looking nee-san and jii-chan thatpasses by – lend me some cash pls pls. And then Kaiba returns because in themeantime he’s hijacked somebody’s street cart and pounded its business intoshape and aggressively sold a bunch of extra units. It’s probably good Kaiba gotback when he did, because Jounouchi’s next method of recourse is probablymugging people…

How they’d be as parents if they had-a-kid/someone-forced-a-kid-on-them.

Jounouchi’s all into being nurturing in my head. So he’s cookingmeals, and blowing bubbles in the bath, and listening to the kid’s problems,and also he functions as a human jungle gym some of the time. Totally fussy, soccermom, and also goofy dad jokes. Also definitely the parent to go to if you’relooking for sympathy and support, and to get away with shit. Omg, he’s theworst at discipline.Yeah, so Kaiba gets to play bad cop a lot. Jounouchi would probably also stickhim with icky jobs like diaper duty a disproportionate amount of time. ButKaiba also maybe does stuff like tell bedtime stories – quiet things. Comparedto Jounouchi – he’s hard to draw approval and affection out of, so the momentswhen he shows these things become very !!! You’d want to make him proud and tonot disappoint him.Also, you totally wouldn’t realise as a kid, but as you’d get older you’drealise that Jou and Kaiba were totally playing you. Like, they were working insynch this whole time and providing really complementary things as parents, andyou’d suddenly be blown away by how much the things you appreciated or blamedone for and not the other were really a joint effort all along, and you wereTRICKED! Haha, I think they’d be good parents x’)

Who would cause the most trouble during a camping trip and how.

Kaiba would be such a bump on a log during a camping trip. Ifeel like he wouldn’t be into it AT ALL. How dare you drag him away from workfor this bullshit.

“C’mon, Kaiba, if you don’t help get this fire started, we can’t eat.”“Wecan just not eat then.”

So, since Kaiba’s not willing to do anything on this camping trip, he doesn’tactually cause any trouble. But, by the same token, Jounouchi’s definitely theone that solves all the trouble he creates by himself. Jounouchi gets themlost, and Jounouchi manages to get them unlost. Jounouchi breaks the frame forthe tent and then repairs it using twigs and woven grass. Jounouchi doesn’t sealup the food properly and wild animals get into it, and Jounouchi has to chaseoff the bears and monkeys and everything by himself and then make entire mealsfrom the one can of beans that’s left over and whatever he forages. Jounouchi’sa resourceful idiot, so somehow they make it out okay.

What they would give each other as both a serious gift and a troll gift.

I don’t feel like they’re a gift-y kind of couple because Jounouchihas no money and Kaiba doesn’t need anything and also Kaiba actually beingsentimental enough to give out presents(??)Serious gifts from Kaiba are probably like ‘my undivided attention forhalf-an-hour’ and ‘I paid for this apartment, and also your health and life insurance’and ‘I am touching your shoulder and attempting to be emotionally supportive. Doyou see how hard this is for me?’ They are spontaneous and touching gifts… Exceptfor the insurance bills; he pays those every month. Troll gifts from him… I’mnot sure Kaiba knows how to troll Jou without being rude and cruel. It isunknown~Serious gifts from Jou are probably in the realm of 500 sandwiches deliveredover the course of a year, or I brought you chocolate for Valentines and friedchicken for Christmas. Troll gifts are probably honestly the kind of thingKaiba gets for his birthday. Jou buys him things like KaibaLand souvenir cups, orridiculous neon glow-in-the-dark-sex toys he doesn’t even think Kaiba wouldlike, or little blue dragon hair clippies for little girls.

Who moves in with them as an unfortunate third wheel roommate.

I’m pretty sure Kaiba is the unfortunate third wheel roommatein most of my headcanons considering both ettuship and battleship. But- okay,let me do this for real.Although I’m sure Kaiba would be annoyed by anybody that moved in unexpectedlywith the possible exception of Mokuba, none of Jou’s friends are really allthat unfortunate. It’d probably be… Pegasus or Siegfried (maaaaaybe Amelda) manipulatingthe fuck out of Seto, and creating some elaborate set of fake circumstances andalso blackmail for why they can’t stay at the hotel while they’re in town, and bothSeto and Jou would very much like them to leave but- no.

How they feel about handholding and sudden kisses in the ear-cheek vicinity.

Handholding: no. not casually at least. Sudden kisses: in public– no. in private – one of the few joys in Seto’s life.

Who’s always snapping photos and who’s pack-ratting clutter.

Jounouchi’s definitely the one snapping selfies andcapturing Kaiba’s frowny face on camera during all important life junctures. Phonecamera is getting worn out.I don’t think either of them is very pack ratty. Probably Jounouchi sometimesgets into moods where they can’t throw the thing out because what if we need it later. (‘We’ll buy another one,’Kaiba says, honestly confused by the question.) But even Jounouchi’s probablyof the personal philosophy that every important thing in life can be carried ina backpack, so I think for the most part he’s not collecting clutter.

Who hogs the bathroom in the morning and who causes toothpaste related drama.

Neither one of them is hogging the bathroom. And, idk, whois the real causer of toothpaste drama – the one doing the toothpaste thing, orthe one making a big deal out of the inconsequential toothpaste thing? Well,squeezing the toothpaste from the top of the tube, leaving toothpaste on the sink,trying purposefully to be annoying and writing messages on the mirror withtoothpaste – Jounouchi does all those things. Also, in an attempt to solve the issueof squeezing Kaiba’s toothpaste tube wrong, he buys his own tube of toothpasteso they each have their own. But he buys annoying flavours like bubblegum andbanana and it kind of pisses Seto off.

What their matching costumes were for that one party.

Probably it should be Duel Monsters themed, yeah?! Lord ofDragons and Red Eyes? Kaibaman and Flame Swordsman? But imagine Jou as Marioand Seto as Luigi and Jou tried to convince Seto to go as Princess Peach butKaiba was like, ‘absolutely not’, and Jou was like ‘yeah, you’re right.Princess Peach actually has an ass’, and everything was terrible.

If I think they’d get married and why or why not.

Never say never. But, honestly, probably not? Headcanon isJounouchi thinks marriage is like, ‘I have a promise and responsibility as aman to always protect and support my spouse and our kids.’ And Kaiba thinksmarriage is like, ‘I want to bind us together for eternity.’ And I thinkneither of those is really compatible with their relationship with one another.Jou’s view is kind of condescending to begin with, but it probably even strikeshim as condescending when it comes to the absurdity of him providing (physical)protection or (fiscal) support to Kaiba. And Kaiba probably spends his timetrying to figure out not how to bind himself closer to Jou, but rather how to createspace and breathing room in their relationship in a way that isn’t cruel orharsh or pushing Jou away for good. So I don’t think either one would reallyhave an inclination to approach the topic with one another – even though I’m allfor them being together until and after they’ve become crotchety old men.Also, you know Seto went through hell and also murdered people to get thatsurname? It’s a big deal for him. He’s not letting his surname go and, also, onlyhim and Mokuba are worthy of the name Kaiba – you have to prove yourself. And, withany luck, by the time Seto and Jou are settled enough for this to ever come up,Jou will probably be sure enough in himself to go, ‘fuck you. I’ve got nothingto prove. you can have your smelly name all to yourself’. And, also, we shouldpity the poor girl or boy Mokuba decides he wants to marry, because who knowswhat hell awaits them before they are accepted™ by Mr Kaibaman.

Who has over a thousand unread emails in their inbox or five hundred icons on their computer desktop and how the other reacts to this gross mismanagement.

Kaiba. Definitely. Thousands of emails. Hundreds of desktopicons. It’s a kind of orderly disaster. Jounouchi doesn’t care. He reacts byslowly trying to shut Kaiba’s laptop, and then Kaiba tells him to knock it off.

What their hidden artistic talents are and how appreciative the other is of these talents.

Jounouchi’s handy and canonically good with model kits and stuff,but I think Kaiba’s the more classically artistic. For some reason I think he’sboth a good singer and good at drawing – although he doesn’t do more thanrandom sketches. Kaiba himself doesn’t put much time or value into either ofthese talents (except when drawing comes in handy for invention concept art andconstruction blueprints) but Jou – Jou kind of thinks it’s both super cool andsuper annoying bc, gdi, why is Kaiba good at everything?!

What they consider each other’s most attractive quality and/or their favourite thing about the other.

I think I answered this one a while back, but Kaiba’scharmed by Jou’s smile and that Jou is so unrelentingly sturdy. And Jou kind ofadmires Kaiba’s pride and persistence, and also how much he cares for Mokuba.

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Thank you for the ask :D

#JouKai #save me from this card game hell #ask

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1. Are you related to the last person you spoke to? no

2. Are your blankets normally kicked all over the place when you wake up? No.

3. Do you wear an eye mask when you go to sleep? Nope. but i should

4. Are family get-togethers fun or awkward for you? depends on which side and what the new drama is -_-

5. Are any of your friends hoping to be famous one day? probs

6. What do you do if someone way too old for you hits on you? ignore them. its really awkward.

7. Can you eat a whole pizza by yourself? no thats gross lol

8. Do you wear a lot of red clothes? No.

9. Do you lock the doors? yes

10. Is coffee better with or without milk? eh

11. When was the last time you were at a hotel? a year ago i think

12. Who would you kiss right now if you could kiss anyone? connor

13. Are you afraid of the dark, or were you ever? i kind of am

14. Do you have trust issues? yeah

15. When was the last time you cried from laughing so hard? the other day

16. What are your plans for Thursday? thats today so..nothing

17. Have you had your birthday yet this year? no

18. Are you playing hard to get right now? i dont need to

19. Do you still talk to the person you were dating five months ago? we are still dating

20. Does cuddling freak you out? no

21. Are your toenails painted? No.

22. Have you ever told someone you were in love with them? Yes.

23. Ever slapped a guy in the face? nope

24. Would you ever dye your hair blonde?

i was blonde for like 2 years then went back to brown and i prefer the brown now but i look good in both tbh

25. Did you make anything to eat today? mac n cheeese

26. Do you wear eyeliner? nope

27. What’s your favourite part of the song that you’re listening to? I’m not listening to music. <--same

28. Do you think you’re a good friend? i could be better

29. If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose? Fall. <-- same

30. Could you go out in public looking like you do now? yes

31. What was on your mind mostly today? school

32. Who was the last person you got into a small argument with? mom

33. Can you handle the truth? Not always.

34. Are there some songs you can’t listen to because they remind you of someone? yes

35. Last night, did you go to sleep smiling? yeah :)

36. Where did you sleep last night? My bed.

37. Did you have a good day yesterday? it was kind of bad then went good :3

38. What was the highlight of today? nothing

39. Do you hate anyone? yes

40. Do you wish you had the chance to tell someone something right now? dont need to

41. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom.

42. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? maybe?

43. Do horror movies these days scare you? eh im not a fan of them

44. What is the best thing that’s happened in the past week? connor and i telling eachother how much we love eachother and staying up all night with him was nice too

45. What colour is your hair? brown

46. What did you do yesterday? just chilled

47. What are you doing tonight? might go to subway but idk really

48. Have you ever thrown your cell phone in anger? When? kind of

49. Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? yeah

50. Do you want to fix things with anybody? kind a

51. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? i could

52. Is your hair long enough to pull over your face like a moustache? Yes

53. Do you ever find yourself making up survey questions throughout the day? No lol

54. Who is your favourite online friend? i have a lot of them

55. What was the last thing you tried for the first time? i cant remember

56. What was the last thing you said out loud, and how loud were you speaking? “Um”

57. What’s your favourite nail polish colour to wear or see on others? cyan

58. What was the last thing you learned? idk

59. How warm do you like your showers/baths to be? hot

60. Are there any advertisements/commercials you actually like? Which? eh i like some of them but nothing specific

61. How often do you visit your relatives? not often

62. In your opinion, what is the scariest natural disaster? All of them.

63. What design is on your bed sheets? Theyre just beige

64. What is your favourite brand of fizzy drink? dr pepper

65. As a kid, did you use toothpaste that wasn’t minty? yes usually bubblegum

66. What is your favourite vegetable? idk

67. Do you have any other countries’ timezones saved to your computer/mobile phone? No.

68. Is your username the same for every website? for some not this one tho

69. What do you have in your online bookmarks? facebook, tumblr, youtube, discord, and my school blackboard

70. Do you have a lucky number? Why is it so lucky? no

71. Do you set your browser to remember passwords? ye.

72. Describe the perfect burger: beef, mushrooms, cheese, mayo

73. What was the last thing you made yourself to eat? mac n cheese

74. Do you agree that the nude scenes in movies are generally unnecessary? yeah sometimes they are very pointless lol

75. Have you ever stood on a sea creature while at the beach? Uh no?

76. What’s worse; speaking in all caps, or all lowercase? All caps.

77. What’s your favourite place to go for fast food? mcdonalds

78. How many fillings do you have? A couple

79. Do you prefer warm or cold hands? Well, warm.

80. Have you ever had a mud fight? No.

81. When you see people in love, is your first reaction “ew” or “cute”? depends on the story

82. Have you ever woken up from a dream and thought it had actually happened? Yes

83. Do you know anyone who closely resembles someone else? Yeah.

84. When your sunburn peels, do you leave it or pull at it? leave.

85. What type of food do you find yourself craving most (sweet, savoury, meat, etc.)? savory

86. Why did you last go to the doctors? meds

87. Are you good at Name That Tune? sure

88. Do you ever know the people who pop up in your “Who you might know” list? sometimes i know of them but hardly

89. Do you ever highlight excerpts of books that you particularly enjoy? no

90. How easy is it for you to recognise what quote/lyric something is from? eh depends

91. On a scale of one to ten, how tired are you currently? 100000

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suckitsurveys · 7 years

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1. Are you related to the last person you spoke to? No, he’s a coworker.

2. Are your blankets normally kicked all over the place when you wake up? Sometimes.

3. Do you wear an eye mask when you go to sleep? Nope.

4. Are family get-togethers fun or awkward for you? Yes and no. They usually involve my brother in law which makes me furious but I generally like them.

5. Are any of your friends hoping to be famous one day? It’s possible?

6. What do you do if someone way too old for you hits on you? fhdkjhfdksjlhfdslhfjlshfjdhsklfjsdhlkhfjlks

7. Can you eat a whole pizza by yourself? Not in one sitting.

8. Do you wear a lot of red clothes? Not more than any other color really.

9. Do you lock the doors? Of course.

10. Is coffee better with or without milk? Without.

11. When was the last time you were at a hotel? When Mark and I got married in July.

12. Who would you kiss right now if you could kiss anyone? Mark.

13. Are you afraid of the dark, or were you ever? I’m afraid of the unknown in the dark.

14. Do you have trust issues? Eh.

15. When was the last time you cried from laughing so hard? The other day.

16. What are your plans for Thursday? Today is Thursday. I’m going to get my nails done with my sister after work.

17. Have you had your birthday yet this year? It’s literally in 2 days.

18. Are you playing hard to get right now? No.

19. Do you still talk to the person you were dating five months ago? Married to him, even.

20. Does cuddling freak you out? No.

21. Are your toenails painted? Yes.

22. Have you ever told someone you were in love with them? Yes.

23. Ever slapped a guy in the face? Playfully.

24. Would you ever dye your hair blonde? It kind of is right now, with some green in it still. It kinda just looks like I spent too much time in a pool.

25. Did you make anything to eat today? No. I made overnight oats and lunch for today last night.

26. Do you wear eyeliner? Sometimes.

27. What’s your favourite part of the song that you’re listening to? I’m not listening to music.

28. Do you think you’re a good friend? Yes.

29. If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose? Summer.

30. Could you go out in public looking like you do now? I already am in public technically.

31. What was on your mind mostly today? Way. Too. Much.

32. Who was the last person you got into a small argument with? My brother in law hahahaha.

33. Can you handle the truth? Not always. But usually.

34. Are there some songs you can’t listen to because they remind you of someone? Eh.

35. Last night, did you go to sleep smiling? No.

36. Where did you sleep last night? My bed.

37. Did you have a good day yesterday? No.

38. What was the highlight of today? There really hasn’t been one. Maybe getting my nails done later.

39. Do you hate anyone? Yes.

40. Do you wish you had the chance to tell someone something right now? Yes.

41. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Some contractor trying to get in a building.

42. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? Maybe.

43. Do horror movies these days scare you? Eh.

44. What is the best thing that’s happened in the past week? Nothing yet.

45. What colour is your hair? Blondish green. Haha.

46. What did you do yesterday? Cried a bunch.

47. What are you doing tonight? Gym, getting my nails done, hanging out with Mark.

48. Have you ever thrown your cell phone in anger? When? I have, back when cell phones were bricks and they wouldn’t shatter if thrown.

49. Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? Yeah.

50. Do you want to fix things with anybody? A little.

51. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? No. I mean, I don’t drink a lot as it is, but completely giving it up? Heck no, there’s too many delicious drinks!

52. Is your hair long enough to pull over your face like a moustache? Yep.

53. Do you ever find yourself making up survey questions throughout the day? Sometimes, yes.

54. Who is your favourite online friend? Kayla and Ellen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

55. What was the last thing you tried for the first time? A new exercise I saw someone else doing.

56. What was the last thing you said out loud, and how loud were you speaking? "Dammit where’s Ron?” in a normal voice.

57. What’s your favourite nail polish colour to wear or see on others? Blues and glitters are always my favorites.

58. What was the last thing you learned? Eh.

59. How warm do you like your showers/baths to be? Skin scalding hot.

60. Are there any advertisements/commercials you actually like? Which? I can’t think of any right now but I am sure there are some.

61. How often do you visit your relatives? Every so often.

62. In your opinion, what is the scariest natural disaster? Earthquakes. I feel like those aren’t really predictable. With other storms at least you have some fair warning.

63. What design is on your bed sheets? They are just red.

64. What is your favourite brand of fizzy drink? Barq’s Root Beer, if that counts.

65. As a kid, did you use toothpaste that wasn’t minty? I think I had bubblegum kind.

66. What is your favourite vegetable? Zucchini.

67. Do you have any other countries’ timezones saved to your computer/mobile phone? No.

68. Is your username the same for every website? Basically.

69. What do you have in your online bookmarks? Work stuff on here.

70. Do you have a lucky number? Why is it so lucky? 24.

71. Do you set your browser to remember passwords? Yes.

72. Describe the perfect burger: Old Time Religion from Burger Belly or the Goatsnake from Kuma’s. Medium rare, of course.

73. What was the last thing you made yourself to eat? Like I said before, I made a lunch and overnight oats to eat today.

74. Do you agree that the nude scenes in movies are generally unnecessary? Sometimes.

75. Have you ever stood on a sea creature while at the beach? No?

76. What’s worse; speaking in all caps, or all lowercase? Neither?

77. What’s your favourite place to go for fast food? Popeyes or Chipotle.

78. How many fillings do you have? 0.

79. Do you prefer warm or cold hands? Warm.

80. Have you ever had a mud fight? Yeah, when I was little.

81. When you see people in love, is your first reaction “ew” or “cute”? Hahaha both.

82. Have you ever woken up from a dream and thought it had actually happened? Often. I hate it.

83. Do you know anyone who closely resembles someone else? Sure.

84. When your sunburn peels, do you leave it or pull at it? I peel it sometimes.

85. What type of food do you find yourself craving most (sweet, savoury, meat, etc.)? Savory or salty.

86. Why did you last go to the doctors? My ears were killing me.

87. Are you good at Name That Tune? I guess.

88. Do you ever know the people who pop up in your “Who you might know” list? I hate that fucking thing.

89. Do you ever highlight excerpts of books that you particularly enjoy? Nah.

90. How easy is it for you to recognize what quote/lyric something is from? Lyrics, sure.

91. On a scale of one to ten, how tired are you currently? 10.

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1. Are you related to the last person you spoke to? Yes, I was talking to my mom and brother. 2. Are your blankets normally kicked all over the place when you wake up? No. 3. Do you wear an eye mask when you go to sleep? Nope. I’ve been wanting to get one of those eye cooling sleep masks, though. I get bad headaches and cold washcloths help with those, so I figured a cooling sleeping mask would be great for that. And for when it’s hot. 4. Are family get-togethers fun or awkward for you? I like them. 5. Are any of your friends hoping to be famous one day? No.

6. What do you do if someone way too old for you hits on you? I’d decline. 7. Can you eat a whole pizza by yourself? I typically only eat 2-3 slices at a time. 8. Do you wear a lot of red clothes? No. 9. Do you lock the doors? Of course. 10. Is coffee better with or without milk? I only use milk (well soy milk) when I order lattes/mocha/macchiatos. If I order a regular coffee at like a restaurant then I use Half and Half and sugar. At home I use flavored creamer. 11. When was the last time you were at a hotel? Last weekend briefly when dropping my brother off. My mom and I went up to check out his room and stuff before we left. 12. Who would you kiss right now if you could kiss anyone? My doggo. 13. Are you afraid of the dark, or were you ever? I mean, I sleep with the TV on for some light and sound because I can’t have it completely dark or silent. 14. Do you have trust issues? Not really. I just have a hard time opening up and expressing myself to anyone. 15. When was the last time you cried from laughing so hard? I don’t remember. It’s been a long time since I’ve laughed that hard. 16. What are your plans for Thursday? I don’t have any plans for tomorrow. 17. Have you had your birthday yet this year? Yes, back in July. 18. Are you playing hard to get right now? No. I’m just hard to want. 19. Do you still talk to the person you were dating five months ago? I was single and still am. 20. Does cuddling freak you out? No. 21. Are your toenails painted? Nope. 22. Have you ever told someone you were in love with them? Yes. I laid all my feelings out on the table for Joseph, which took every ounce of courage I could muster up. It was so hard for me. 23. Ever slapped a guy in the face? Only playfully, and it was lightly. 24. Would you ever dye your hair blonde? Nah. I had blonde highlights for several years, but I never went full on blonde. 25. Did you make anything to eat today? I had a sandwich for lunch. 26. Do you wear eyeliner? When I wear makeup, which is rare nowadays. 27. What’s your favourite part of the song that you’re listening to? I’m not listening to music right now. 28. Do you think you’re a good friend? I haven’t been at all for the past few years. I’ve been very shitty. :/ I can’t even call anyone a friend anymore. 29. If the year consisted of only one season, which would you choose? Fall. 30. Could you go out in public looking like you do now? I’m wearing leggings with Santas all over and A Christmas Story shirt at the moment... in October. :X lol I’d really rather not. Plus, my hair is messy. Like, I couldn’t even just throw a hat on it. 31. What was on your mind mostly today? Blah. 32. Who was the last person you got into a small argument with? My mom and I bicker sometimes, mostly cause my moody moods get especially bad and I just end up butting heads with everyone. :/ 33. Can you handle the truth? Depends. 34. Are there some songs you can’t listen to because they remind you of someone? I listen to them anyway and get sad. 35. Last night, did you go to sleep smiling? I never go to sleep smiling. 36. Where did you sleep last night? My bed. 37. Did you have a good day yesterday? It was alright. 38. What was the highlight of today? I’m getting my favorite pizza for dinner. 39. Do you hate anyone? Besides myself, no. 40. Do you wish you had the chance to tell someone something right now? Not right now. 41. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My mom. 42. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? No. 43. Do horror movies these days scare you? I love horror movies now it’s so weird. I used to be such a scardy cat. It’s October aka spooky time and I want to watch a ton of scary movies. 44. What is the best thing that’s happened in the past week? Spending the afternoon this past Sunday in one of my favorite touristy cities that’s near water so it’s a lot cooler there temp wise and it was great and getting my favorite pizza twice. 45. What colour is your hair? Naturally it’s dark brown, but I dye it red. 46. What did you do yesterday? Same stuff I always do. 47. What are you doing tonight? Eat pizza and watch AHS. 48. Have you ever thrown your cell phone in anger? When? No. 49. Do you think you will be in a relationship three months from now? No. 50. Do you want to fix things with anybody? Yes, but I know I’m not in the right space mentally to do so yet. 51. Could you go the rest of your life without drinking alcohol? I’ve gone 6 years so far since the last time and I have no desire to drink as of now. 52. Is your hair long enough to pull over your face like a mustache? Yeah. 53. Do you ever find yourself making up survey questions throughout the day? There’s been times I’ve thought up a question or two. 54. Who is your favourite online friend? I think the survey community on here is pretty cool. 55. What was the last thing you tried for the first time? Hmm. I can’t think of something at the moment. 56. What was the last thing you said out loud, and how loud were you speaking? I was saying goodbye to my mom and brother who were leaving to go get our food. 57. What’s your favourite nail polish colour to wear or see on others? I liked wearing black the best. 58. What was the last thing you learned? Hmm. 59. How warm do you like your showers/baths to be? Not scorching, burning hot, but hot. 60. Are there any advertisements/commercials you actually like? Which? There’s been some commercials that I actually like, but generally I don’t pay much attention to them. 61. How often do you visit your relatives? Not often these days. There’s some family members I was really close with that I haven’t seen in a few years, which is crazy. I just really became withdrawn, distant, and reclusive these past few years from everyone. :/ 62. In your opinion, what is the scariest natural disaster? All of them sound terrifying. I’ve thankfully never experienced one. So far anyway... 63. What design is on your bed sheets? They’re just pink. 64. What is your favourite brand of fizzy drink? Like soda? I like Coke and Dr. Pepper, but I haven’t actually soda, only just a bit when I take my medicine, in like 2 years. I used to have one a day and I had been drinking soda since I was a kid (not regularly as a little kid, but I had it sometimes. I regularly started having it in middle school). 65. As a kid, did you use toothpaste that wasn’t minty? Yeah, I remember having bubblegum flavored ones. 66. What is your favourite vegetable? Spinach, potatoes, broccoli. 67. Do you have any other countries’ timezones saved to your computer/mobile phone? No. 68. Is your username the same for every website? No. 69. What do you have in your online bookmarks? On the bookmarks bar on Chrome I have Google, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, and YouTube. 70. Do you have a lucky number? Why is it so lucky? I don’t believe in luck, but my favorite number is 8. 71. Do you set your browser to remember passwords? No. 72. Describe the perfect burger: I’m not a big burger person, but if I were to have one I’d just want cheese, ketchup, mustard, and mayo. 73. What was the last thing you made yourself to eat? A sandwich. 74. Do you agree that the nude scenes in movies are generally unnecessary? Uhh sometimes, but it’s whatever. I still act like a kid and mostly look away, though lol. 75. Have you ever stood on a sea creature while at the beach? Uh, no? 76. What’s worse; speaking in all caps, or all lowercase? When people type in all caps my mind reads it like yelling. 77. What’s your favourite place to go for fast food? Taco Bell, Burger King, McDonald’s, Chick-Fil-A, or Jack in the Box. However, I haven’t really been into fast food at all for the past few months, oddly enough. 78. How many fillings do you have? A lot. 79. Do you prefer warm or cold hands? I’m fine with my hands being warm, just not me overall being hot. 80. Have you ever had a mud fight? No. 81. When you see people in love, is your first reaction “ew” or “cute”? Cute.

82. Have you ever woken up from a dream and thought it had actually happened? 83. Do you know anyone who closely resembles someone else? Yeah, family members. lol. 84. When your sunburn peels, do you leave it or pull at it? I’m the worst cause I pull it. :X 85. What type of food do you find yourself craving most (sweet, savoury, meat, etc.)? Savory. 86. Why did you last go to the doctors? Monthly checkup for one of the ongoing things I’m dealing with.

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